It was as if she were speaking to me through her lips. Soothing me, talking me through, mending me. The tips of our tongues slow danced in a drugging rhythm and I never wanted it to fucking end.
I had allowed her to see a different side of me that only one other girl had witnessed, but Jessie wasn’t afraid. In fact, she welcomed it. I had been the one to chicken out.
Her fingers stretched for my waistband and before I could protest, her warm hand was inside, grasping at me. She made that noise in the back of her throat again, like she was beyond turned on and wanted me as badly as I wanted her and it made me ache with need all over again.
“It’s okay, Nate,” she whispered against my lips.
I tried to control my breaths while reveling in her expert touch.
“I want you to let loose with me,” she said and then gripped me more firmly, making me gasp. “I like it.”
A growl erupted from the back of my throat and in two seconds flat, I had her pinned to the bed, my body flattening her to the mattress.
Fucking hell, I needed to get inside her. She was already inside me, messing with my head.
Her fingers traveled at lightning speed to my boxer shorts as she ripped them down my body, her feet helping them along the rest of the way. Now the entire length of me was digging into her stomach.
She reached between us and clutched me, her thumb swiping over the wet bead on my sensitive head. “You’re amazing.”
I could allow myself to get swept away from her touch or I could take back the reins and let all of my fantasies come true. I dragged her hands away from my body and yanked them down to her thighs.
“Don’t you dare move,” I rumbled and her eyes flared with longing.
Chapter Fifteen
Jessie
As I clenched the bedsheet, I realized that I had never been more keyed up in my entire life. I was afraid that being with Nate this one time would unravel me, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
He was fighting himself so hard and slowly realization had struck, like a compilation of images in front of me. I almost had a clear view of what was going on inside of him. Maybe not everything, but enough to know that Nate liked to be in control, liked to be wild in bed.
And he fought it—oh, did he fight it. I wasn’t sure why, but it must have had something to do with his demons, maybe from his upbringing—how his eyes looked so haunted when we’d pulled up in front of his childhood home.
There was more to Nate than I had ever dreamed and I loved the juxtaposition of the two sides of him. How he could be more soft and tender than I’d ever experienced with a guy. And then he’d become all hot and bossy and demanding.
It thrilled me beyond belief. Because he wasn’t coarse like the guys I dated. He was rugged and smooth and beautiful. But then those dominant words came flying out of his mouth and made him beyond sexy. And he didn’t even realize it.
Maybe he’d never been allowed to explore this side of himself with other women. Maybe the girls he was with—the girls he chose to be with—were straight-laced. Or maybe he cherry-picked them that way on purpose.
I looked up into his face and saw his nostrils flaring. He wanted me so badly and I needed to give him what he craved, so desperately. More than anything, I wanted to see him come undone.
He reached for his forgotten water on the nightstand and tipped it back to his mouth. I heard the glass clink, and when he set it down, he held a piece of ice between his lips. My stomach shuddered. Ah hell.
While gazing steadily into my eyes, he tugged my panties down my legs. And now both of us were completely naked. And his body. My word. It was ridiculous. Stunning. Beautiful.
Keeping the ice securely in his mouth, he bent his head and dragged it down my stomach. I cried out from the shock of cold and almost reached for his head to stop him, but he gave me a stern look. Fuck, I loved that.
His gaze lazily trailed down my legs. “Open up for me.”
I spread my legs as his eyes inspected and devoured every inch of me.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted. “That might be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I moaned and his gaze flashed to mine, steeped heavy with longing.
He dragged the cube up my inner thigh heading for the one place I desperately needed him most. “Wider, baby.”
I stretched open and squirmed as the ice rounded my hip and slipped across my abdomen to the other side, ultimately closing in on my throbbing midpoint.
He rubbed the smooth slice in an outlying pattern, completely tormenting me, and never reaching my center. My very molten center now so ready to erupt that it would’ve instantaneously liquefied that ice.
Finally, his teeth grinded into what was left of the ice cube and he rubbed it over my swollen opening and then slipped it inside. The sensation was so indescribable I couldn’t help but bow my back and arch off the bed.